I wasn't going to post this until tomorrow, but I received two reviews today and couldn't help but put this up as my way of saying thank you for the encouraging words!
Thank you Elura The Strange and wishuwerheer!
On a side note, you may notice that every now and then there are changes made to previous chapters. These changes only deal with grammar and I can assure you that nothing about the plot will be changed in such a manner.
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Victor Creed was not an easy man to surprise. But when a notification on his phone alerted him that the computer system in his cabin in northern Canada had been activated. He was a tad surprised. He hadn't been there in roughly a year, though he supposed it was about time for a vacation.
A dark grin spread across his face. Was there anything better than gutting a nosey frail?
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It had been two days since she had discovered the cabin. Right now she was debating whether or not it was wise to return. It was for such a silly reason too. The shirt she had taken, the scent on it was fading. Not surprising considering how much contact she had with it. But truly she couldn't stop herself from practically wallowing in it. It was like a drug to her, making her feel safe and comforted.
Never before had she encountered a scent that had this type off effect on her. It was mindboggling.
She was currently perched in a tree overlooking the cabin that was under debate. Swinging her feet back and forth from her spot she cocked her head to the side.
Maybe she was going crazy.
Was it possible for someone like her to go crazy?
It didn't really seem probable.
But it was just a human's scent, and it had her acting like a bitch in heat… Snarling her nose in disgust at that thought. There was no way she would be attracted to some human. Weak, greedy, conniving human. She would probably end up killing them on accident. Nope she absolutely couldn't never be attracted to one of those. They were for watching, not for mating.
She sighed dramatically. Blowing some of the curly hair that had fallen over her eyes out of the way.
Who was for mating?
She had yet to meet someone like her. On the off chance that she was alone, did that mean she would never mate? That would be disappointing.
She tried to imagine herself with a mate. Would they be dominating? Or would she dominate them?
Her inner self snorted.
Her train of thought was interrupted when her acute hearing picked up a sound in the distance, she could hear the rumbling of a vehicle. It was faint, but definitely was heading her way. Her eyes slid back to the cabin. Maybe it was the humans that owned this place returning…
Deciding that she better wait for them to arrive, to verify her suspicions. If need be she would dispose of them.
Nodding to herself, she arranged herself into a more comfortable position to await their arrival.
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It had been perhaps an hour or so since she had first picked up the loud rumble of the vehicle. She had been patiently waiting for them to get here and was a tad annoyed when she heard the machine shut off a good distance from the property.
Her inner self huffed impatiently.
What was wrong with these stupid humans? Now it was going to take even longer for them to arrive. They were naturally slow, though they tried their best to be otherwise.
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It was mid-afternoon, before she ever saw anyone emerge from the forest. She had almost drifted off for a tiny cat nap when a giant man stepped out into the small clearing in front of the house. Instantly alert, she watched the stranger carefully from her perch in the tree.
He was definitely big, and would no doubt tower over her petite frame. His muscles weren't hidden in the slightest by his long black trench coat. The short blonde hair on his head, trailed down his face creating a… what did the humans call it? Mutton chop style?
She had to admit, he was incredibly handsome.
Was he the one responsible for the scent she had come to crave?
Her eyes trailed down the rest of his body, continuing her silent examination. His hands quickly caught her attention. Looking down at her own hands, her claws. Her mouth slightly opened in shock.
He had claws too. Just like her.
Her heartbeat sped up with momentary excitement. She wasn't alone after all. He was like her! A smile graced her face. Should she go-
Dangerous.
Her inner self's warning quickly leeched all excitement from her body.
If he was like her then he most certainly was dangerous.
At the moment he was standing in front of the cabin. Just looking at it. He hadn't moved for the past few minutes. What was he doing? Was he… was he scenting for her? Her face paled. Of course he was. This was his territory and she had moved in and completely taken over. Her scent was spread all over the area.
It was inside of his den.
Looking down at the shirt she still had clutched in her hand. She had taken it from him, never once thinking that he would be a threat. She carefully moved to get her feet underneath her, ready to bolt. If he found her, he would surely kill her for encroaching on his territory. There was no way she could win in a fight with him, just looking at him made that painfully obvious. The only thing she could hope for was that she was faster and that she could escape the area before he was able to pinpoint her location.
Silently she turned her back to him and pushed herself off the branch, trying to put as much distance between them as possible.
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The sun had set some time ago. Meaning she had been running for hours without stopping. Her lungs burned and her legs shook from the exertion. As much as she didn't want to stop, she knew that she wouldn't have a choice but to find a place to rest for at least a few hours.
Nervousness was practically pouring from her body at the thought of stopping. If the male found her, he could tear her apart. She slowed to a trot, spinning around to look behind her. Trying to find any hint that he would come lumbering out of the brush to maim her.
Not seeing anything that would endanger her in the immediate future, she switched her focus on where she would be able to rest safely.
Glancing up at the canopy, she immediately ruled out trees. Even though it was her preferred method, it would give her no cover and leave her painstakingly vulnerable to attack.
No, that wouldn't do. She looked around at the forest floor.
What she needed was a den. Something that wouldn't leave her exposed, in the open. Something that could easily be overlooked by those not smart enough to pay attention. She would have to be quick about making one, there was no telling how close he was behind her… There was a possibility that he never even followed her. But she would rather be safe, than dead for underestimating him.
Dropping down on her knees she made quick work of her task. Grunting a bit as she tugged some of the bigger roots out of the way. Each passing minute caused her anxiety to grow and she was a more than a little relieved when she sat back and looked at the finished project.
After she arranged some leaves around the small hole to make it looked like undisturbed ground, she slid in. Curling herself into a tight ball at the bottom for her den. She did her best to calm herself.
It would give her away if she was in here hyperventilating for the entire forest to hear.
Closing her eyes, she tried to fall asleep. After a while, her exhausted body finally relaxed and she fell into a fitful slumber.